i waited
by the lake
and got my socks wet.
soaked feet
and soggy fabric:
one of the most
uncomfortable feelings
a human must endure,
almost as unbearable
as your absence
that august
afternoon.
The lake waits under the sun, pontoons bobbing, red-wing blackbird in the rushes singing his summer song, always cold when you plunge in, shoes to keep your toes from the mussels, blue-gills with fluorescent tails guarding sand circles, turtles sliding from warm sun to cool secret
this place was where i had my only haircut. the black and shimmering surface from which yellowed reeds poke through, like alien fur. had i seen the photo of us together, i wouldn’t have done it.
The lake sat in a pass between two mountain peak, set in a granite basin. With the reflection of the blue sky and clouds, it looked less like water, but an opening in the rock, into another, upside down world.
Black and dark blue ripples. Cold usually, warm if we go in July. I miss camp. I miss Caroline and her little brother Jack. There were red birds in the trees and all of us could swim.
The breeze swept over the lake and lightly tossed the curtains of the open cottage window.
i waited
by the lake
and got my socks wet.
soaked feet
and soggy fabric:
one of the most
uncomfortable feelings
a human must endure,
almost as unbearable
as your absence
that august
afternoon.
The lake waits under the sun, pontoons bobbing, red-wing blackbird in the rushes singing his summer song, always cold when you plunge in, shoes to keep your toes from the mussels, blue-gills with fluorescent tails guarding sand circles, turtles sliding from warm sun to cool secret
this place was where i had my only haircut. the black and shimmering surface from which yellowed reeds poke through, like alien fur. had i seen the photo of us together, i wouldn’t have done it.
Small , sparsely surrounded body of water to sit and blow away.
The lake sat in a pass between two mountain peak, set in a granite basin. With the reflection of the blue sky and clouds, it looked less like water, but an opening in the rock, into another, upside down world.
Black and dark blue ripples. Cold usually, warm if we go in July. I miss camp. I miss Caroline and her little brother Jack. There were red birds in the trees and all of us could swim.
Blue black water, cold or warm if we go in July. I miss the sand. I miss camp. There were red birds in the trees and all of us could swim.